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A Poem by Siena - Silent Awakenings.

Words; You can spend your whole life trying to find the ones that truly describe you.
But! Do they really exist?
I see myself in mist, dirt, cowardness.
'You' may see me differently, you may act around 'me' differently.
But, we are all the same.
Ears, eyes, our noses may be wide.
But, we are all the same.

© 2011 Siena - Silent Awakenings.


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deep and true. beautiful. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Siena - Silent Awakenings.
Siena - Silent Awakenings.

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